and she wrapped her legs around him for balance. “Indeed, worship. My mate is my temple, and I am a devoted worshiper.”
She draped her arms around his neck and whispered an inch from his lips, “I believe it is time to prove your devotion.”
* * * *
Across the station, the Star Fairy watched through Kora’s eyes. Her human was enjoying her mate, and her sister ship had been right—it did vastly improve her symbiote’s temperament.
Across the star systems, she called the Green Fairy .
“Sister, have you put in your pilot’s information for a mate with Charm’s female?”
“I have. She has the portrait scheduled for later in the week. Why?”
“Well, you know how cranky my pilot is?”
“Of course. Her hostility is legendary.”
“She is calm now, laughing and smiling even when she is not speaking to me. Her heart is lighter, and the part of her soul that burned is calm now. This is good. You need to get a mate for your pilot. They relax them and even file their paperwork. It is win-win.”
Green laughed. “You have to stop thinking of everything as a bet or a contest.”
“I try, but it is in my DNA.”
They both giggled together and reached out to their other sisters, Blue and Golden . This was news that needed to be shared. They did not like their pilots being lonely for other companions, and a single mate would solve their problems.
Of course, it might create additional problems, but they would deal with that when the time came. No sense borrowing trouble when help was just a male away. And if the male was no help, there was always the airlock.
Author’s note
I like the ships. They don’t talk much, but they are always there. Since I can no longer have pets, this is as close as I get. J
Tune in next time to read about Garden , the Green Fairy , and a mysterious man in robes who has a mission in mind.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
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[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
She draped her arms around his neck and whispered an inch from his lips, “I believe it is time to prove your devotion.”
* * * *
Across the station, the Star Fairy watched through Kora’s eyes. Her human was enjoying her mate, and her sister ship had been right—it did vastly improve her symbiote’s temperament.
Across the star systems, she called the Green Fairy .
“Sister, have you put in your pilot’s information for a mate with Charm’s female?”
“I have. She has the portrait scheduled for later in the week. Why?”
“Well, you know how cranky my pilot is?”
“Of course. Her hostility is legendary.”
“She is calm now, laughing and smiling even when she is not speaking to me. Her heart is lighter, and the part of her soul that burned is calm now. This is good. You need to get a mate for your pilot. They relax them and even file their paperwork. It is win-win.”
Green laughed. “You have to stop thinking of everything as a bet or a contest.”
“I try, but it is in my DNA.”
They both giggled together and reached out to their other sisters, Blue and Golden . This was news that needed to be shared. They did not like their pilots being lonely for other companions, and a single mate would solve their problems.
Of course, it might create additional problems, but they would deal with that when the time came. No sense borrowing trouble when help was just a male away. And if the male was no help, there was always the airlock.
Author’s note
I like the ships. They don’t talk much, but they are always there. Since I can no longer have pets, this is as close as I get. J
Tune in next time to read about Garden , the Green Fairy , and a mysterious man in robes who has a mission in mind.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
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[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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